Wei Song hurriedly said: "Of course, as long as the Western Yue agrees to negotiate peace, the conditions are easy to negotiate."

Raising Mu Qingyi's eyebrows suspiciously, Wei Song said: "The territory west of Yuyang belongs to Xiyue."

Mu Qingyi sneered, "Wei Xiang, let me remind you that Yuyang City is now in the hands of the Western Yue." Hearing this, Wei Song's face changed slightly. Yuyang is an important big city in China. If Yuyang City is cedeed, even if the peace talks are successful, he, as the prime minister, will probably be done to the end. But if it fails... I am afraid that he and Princess Mingwei have both life worries.

"This... Mu Xiang and Your Majesty are not satisfied, so we can talk about it again, but... I can't make the decision, so I can only ask my emperor." Wei Song said with a smile.

Mu Qingyi smiled on her lips, but her expression was extremely cold. Asking for Emperor Hua... would be a slow-down plan. Just as she was about to speak, a cold voice with a hint of anger came from behind, "Why... wait until I hit the capital of the Hua Kingdom, and then talk to Emperor Hua personally?"

Hearing Rong Jin's cold voice, Wei Song was shocked. When he looked back, he saw a young emperor dressed in black walking quickly. The people who were watching around who were not far away were also dispersed.

In a blink of an eye, Rong Jin had already arrived at the table where the four of them sat down. Huo Shu quickly stood up and gave up her seat. Rong Jin snorted lightly and sat down without hesitation, looking at Mu Qingyi with a pair of deep eyes.

Mu Qingyi sighed helplessly and said, "We are going to bring you breakfast back." Rong Jin's expression slowed down, but it was still clearly written that he was unhappy. Mu Qingyi turned around and winked at Huo Shu behind her. Huo Shu knew how to rush to the stove of the boss who had already been frightened to bring breakfast for Rong Jin to the table.

Mu Qingyi raised her hand and picked up the chopsticks and stuffed them into Rong Jin's hand. She smiled and said, "I heard that the breakfast in this restaurant is delicious, and I think it's very good, try it quickly."

Rong Jin then looked down at the thing that he had originally disdained, then glanced at the shop owner not far away, and said, "Qingqing likes it, just take him with him when he sets off. In the future, you can also take him into the palace with him when you return to the Western Yue Dynasty." In a word, the owner of an unknown breakfast shop in this small small town in China was immediately upgraded to the level of an imperial chef. Mu Qingyi was immediately amused and crying.

"Just eat fresh, there is no need to be so troublesome." Mu Qingyi smiled.

Rong Jin disagreed and lowered his head to have a meal while humming softly, "It's fine if Qingqing likes it, what trouble is this? Stop Qingqing running out alone."

Mu Qingyi had no choice but to sigh, raised her hand and put some refreshing side dishes for him into the bowl, and said, "Eat quickly, we should go back after we finish eating. Princess Wei is still waiting."

Upon hearing this, Wei Song quickly smiled and said, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, your Majesty will use it slowly." Now he just wished Rong Jin would forget what he had said just now.

Princess Mingwei sat on the side, looking at the seemingly plain but full of warm interaction between Mu Qingyi and Rong Jin with a calm face. A faint envy flashed in her eyes. She had never been so dull in her life. Even when she got married to Weiyuan Hou, the two were respectful to each other. The couple... If they were already polite to each other like guests, how much warmth could they be?

Rong Jin's memory was obviously not as bad as Wei Song hoped. After a few bites of breakfast, Mr. Rong Jiu was in a slightly better mood and was even more in a mood to cause trouble for Wei Song.

"What did Prime Minister Wei say just now... I want to send someone to ask Emperor Hua for instructions? Do you think... after you ask for instructions, will I have already attacked the capital of China?" Rong Jin asked with a smile.

The smile on Wei Song's face became more and more stiff, and he forced himself to smile: "Your Majesty is joking." The elderly Prime Minister Wei expressed his discomfort to such a matter of starting negotiations directly outside such a simple breakfast shop. Unfortunately, there is no room for him to pick on now.

"Just?" Rong Jin raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean is that I can't beat it?"

Wei Song smiled bitterly, and he could neither say yes nor not. He had to forcefully say: "My emperor really wants to cultivate with the Western Yue, so please... For the sake of the people of both countries, think twice."

Rong Jin disagreed, "Where my army has not violated the situation, and the people are still living and working in peace and contentment. What's the point of thinking about it? What's more... this time, it's not my fault."

It was clearly that the Western Yue and Northern Han had planned it long ago, otherwise how could we explain that Mu Qingyi had just fallen into the hands of China in the border town of China, and Western Yue and Northern Han started a war against China? But at this point, China can only eat Coptis chinensis in a mute way, and it is hard to say.

Looking at Wei Song's sad look, Rong Jin said leisurely: "Actually... it's not impossible to have peace talks."

Wei Song's eyes lit up and he hurriedly said, "Please let Your Majesty make it clear."

Rong Jin smiled and said, "First, all the territory of China from the border town to Shangguan City will be permanently owned by Xiyue. Second, China compensates Xiyue for 20 million taels every year. Third, the Emperor of China immediately abdicates, and Fourth, sending Fu Wang Murong Ke to Xiyue as a qualifying. If you can agree with these... Then I can also consider what the Emperor of China wants to discuss."

Wei Song's eyes were dark at first, and then he was shocked again. Unexpectedly, Rong Jin could guess that there was something else to say besides the peace talks. At the same time, he also secretly doubted whether the Western Yue had any detailed works in the Chinese court.

"Your Majesty..." Wei Song said tremblingly.

"How?" Rong Jin raised his eyebrows. Wei Song looked at Mu Qingyi and Princess Mingwei who looked nothing to do. The sadness on his face became even heavier. "Your Majesty, this condition is too much." How could this be arguing with China? This is simply forcing China to surrender to the West Yue. Shangguan is less than 300 miles away from China's capital. In this way, even if the Northern Han army withdraws from China, the territory of China will shrink by one third. Most importantly, this third is the richest place of China. Besides, the 20 million yuan a year... China itself is not as rich as Western Yue, but 20 million is not a big deal. But that was in the past. If China loses this third of its territory, the annual income of the imperial court would shrink by at least more than half. It would be a bit difficult to bear the 20 million yuan.
Chapter completed!